There was no light shining through the windowAs margaret lie in bedShe was wearing cotton pajamasA crucifix above her headShe awoke from a dreamHer eyes were openHer lips were movingIn the dark

Speak to me in many voicesMake them all sound like oneLet me see your sacred mysteriesReveal to me the unknown tongueReveal to me the unknown tongue

She put her hands upon her breastsAnd they were small and hard and youngAnd everywhere she touched she felt a fireWaiting for the answer that must surely comeIs this the way to love? Or is this just the way to die?

Speak to me in many voicesMake them all sound like oneLet me see your sacred mysteriesReveal to me the unknown tongueReveal to me the unknown tongue

Then she took her father's razorAnd watched it cut into her palmShe put her hand up to her mouthTo taste the blood so holy and warmShe got up in the morningPut on her dress, and patent leather shoesAte her cereal and kissed her motherCaught the bus and went to school

Speak to me in many voicesMake them all sound like oneLet me see your sacred mysteriesReveal to me the unknown tongueReveal to me the unknown tongue